Canadian Political Humour With Fubrics Short
The ordinarily putrescent and pustulous atmosphere of the House of Commons (that’s the main chambre of government in this fair country for those who aren’t fortunate to be in the know) has taken a well-needed breather, a vital breath of fresh air from the whipping of the Leader of Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition, much as we savour the drawing of blood, the rabid and delirious frenzy of reporters and Members of Parliament as they swarm in for perhaps fifteen short seconds of airtime with their carefully rehearsed banal opinions, given to them by their Masters, the Public Relations People, much as it encourages the saliva glands and the release of testosterone and adrenaline, allowing those of us who have been, perhaps, dead for more than 26 years now trying to understand the comings and goings of the politicos and want-to-be big-whigs, much as we luxuriate in this, there is now the congenial spectre of the previous Prime Minister (that’s the leader of this land of milk and honey for those not in the know), also a previous Leader of Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition, and, after their last calamitous showing in the Federal election, the supposed last man of the once great Progressive Conservative party, how I love that name, the man who would sink with the death ship, has now, to all appearances, prematurely perhaps, but with aplomb and statesman-like behaviour, raised the Titanic of the Canadian political scene from its watery grave, raised it back into the empyrean landscape where it can gasp for air
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